FEMALE’S P.OV~
My words shattered his heart. The sound of it wasn’t for my ears or anyone else, but I could see it on his red face. I could hear it through his heavy breaths and I could witness it in his bright eyes. He did not wish to break my rule.
“Aww, don’t be sad.” Tugging my fingers into the handcuffs, I yanked it with strength in my arm, pulling his heavy body into a sitting position.
“You can still repent.” My lips whispered into his ear, my greed and love for him controlling my mind. Who would not melt after seeing his beautiful features curl up like a sorrowful puppy?
Those same bright eyes that had been seized by remorse once again brightened up.
His eyes splashed the look of astonishment upon me as he turned his neck towards me in haste, prompting a curl on my lips.
“Really? You will not punish me?” He questioned, unaware of my escalating hand on his cock.
“I will give you something better,” I whispered, savoring his innocence and with firm fingers grasped his length, watching massive astonishment take over his eyes.
Once again, I wrapped the handkerchief to his length and advanced my face above his length, spitting on it as I kept gazing at him.
His eyes had not shifted to his cock, and were staring at my face, fluttering until my lips sealed his wide-open mouth.
I loved how he just melted to my lips and instantly gave in to my lips, kissing me with the same passion.
His soft lips were kissing me back, leading my heart to sink into my chest. His face was nudging towards me, his tongue continuously trying to invade my mouth. He was so adorable at that moment.
He was flinching as well, another reaction along with many to my hand on his length. His whimpers were inching to my soul through my mouth, intoxicating me.
“That’s enough.” I pulled back, heavy breaths failing me to conceal the crack in my demeanor.
His charm was taking control of my hand but before it could happen, I pushed him back on the mattress, reminding myself that I couldn’t go soft on the boy before me. He had broken a rule.
Astonishment clouded over him like the white handkerchief covering his whole length.
His lips were palpitating, as if they had been left scarce of water. The eyes he wore were shimmering with innocence and need, prompting my strong mind pliable.
But, once again, I snapped back, removing my eyes from his, and grasped his length with my other hand.
Slow and gentle, I began to tease his length with my fingers, making sure he felt every little graze of the handkerchief.
“Mommy, it feels so good!” My eyes were once again summoned by his call, watching the ever-lasting look of a puppy grow more innocent.
“Your hands feel so good, Mommy! I’ve never felt this way before.” He nipped his lip in between those words, driving my wetness wetter.
The curl in my stomach had never been that bold and effective, sending chills up to my neck and to the rest of my flesh.
His lips were creating such lewd noises along with the breaths he was taking in. His slender neck had once again begun to nudge into the pillows, his body once again getting heavy.
His nipples were perked up, his stomach sinking in as he drew the air to his chest, his thighs shivering more than before.
My lips had gone dry, and they needed to feel the warmth and something wet, and watching his body curl before me was not helping at all.
Sucking my own heavy breaths, my lips advanced further to his abdomen with a gentle pace, thumbs on my hands finding a new spot to stimulate him — the tip.
With each graze of my thumbs, his body shivered, not expecting my lips to intensify each sensation.
As if I had injected him with something strong, he growled at my lips, touching his abdomen.